It is nearly two months since I wrote here. The time has been full of intensities, the moreso since I have been focusing on listening to my own inner silence in the face of all the escalating noises within and without. No easy task...and it is the very
meaning of contemplation.
A few days ago I was part of an online meeting of women among whom many differences and contentions exist. Negativity usually prevails after these meetings. Suddenly, as I listened, I sensed a peaceful silence growing
within me. God knows, I have for many years been part of the arguments and criticisms in this particular group. The Silence rose within me with an inner joy, and I suddenlt realized that the Silence was more significant, more helpful, and more important than
what was being said. It gave me great peace, and did, I believe, further the significant work of this group.
Since then, I have been pondering whether I have come to the time in my life, my seventieth year, when silence - the Heart Presence and energy
of it, the Light of it - is more important than anything I could contribute in words.